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 Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 4:55 pm
Name: Star Spangled
Gender: Female
Type: Pegasus
Hair: Deep red
Body: Sky blue with a white stitchmark like her papa's!
Personality: Spritely, kind, and athletic, Star Spangled has a melodious voice and a heart of gold. She loves her parents dearly and wants badly to impress both of them, taking pleasure in both of their talents. She wants to be an anthemist for the Phonies – or maybe a ball girl – or maybe both! She’s a big sweetheart – until you put her in competition, and then she wrestles with her desire to be a sweetie or to CRUSH YOUR SPIRIT BENEATH HER HOOVES.
Family: Shoot the Moons! Mama is Moon River, Papa is Fourseam Fastball, sister is Diamond and brothers are Sandlot Bambino, Moon River, and Smooth Swing.
Romance: None yet!
Cutie Mark: None yet!
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Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 5:02 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 5:02 pm
Relationships
Fourseam Fastball: BEST DADDY IN THE WHOLE WIDEST WORLD
Moon River: Best and prettiest and cutest mama ever!!!!!!!!!! EVER!
Smooth Swing: Sweetest and helpful-est bro you could ever want
Sandlot Bambino: UGHHHHHHHHH he's my awesome bro but why does he have to be such a butt sometimes???
Moon Rhythm: Sleepy-butt needs to get up with me in the morning more often and exercise!
Diamond: Cutiest sister there ever was!
Mossflower: Beep beep! Best friend alert!
Skirmish Flamenco: What a cutiepie! I hope she likes hanging out with me and my family... and baseball!
Belldandy: She's really shy but extra-sweet.
Dark Water: Kinda grumpy! I like her, though.
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Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 5:03 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 5:03 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2014 4:03 pm
Name: May Day
Gender: Male
Type: Earth
Hair: Edited paper hair, streaked orange, blue, and yellow (THANK YOU, JUN!)
Eyes: Pink
Body: Edited shredded-paper fetlocks over pink hooves on a medium purple flank
Personality: May Day is a little bit paranoid. You see, people keep approaching him with broomsticks, baseball bats, mop handles -- and all he's doing is just standing there! Sure, they pretend they're just walking by after he looks over at them, but he's never seen that happen to any OTHER phony. And why does everyone laugh when he tells them his favorite thing to eat is single-serve, individually wrapped candy? Can't a guy like Smarties and funsize Butterfingers? C'mon! May Day (named for both a particular fiesta day in May and for the call of distress) prefers to stay away from children who are having their birthdays, fiestas of all kinds, and blindfolds. No blindfolds.
Family: Double Dare counts as a kinda-sorta brother
Romance: Only failed attempts with a side of awful dates
Cutie Mark: That CAN'T be what he thinks it is, right?
Winning Entry: Edited CYO Entry!
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2014 4:03 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2014 1:37 pm
Relationships
Double Dare: One of my best friends, even though he's completely insane, why is he so insane.
Shrill X: She's terrifying.
Singsong: Really adorable, but... hm...
Clavicle Error: I really want to look after this kid, so she doesn't end up like Double Dare.
Candy Dandy: Augh, I really hope she likes me... as much as... I ... like her.;;;
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2014 1:38 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2014 1:39 pm
La Muerte May Day PROMISES everyone she's really quite a mild and sweet-tempered cat, despite her, uhm... looks.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2014 1:40 pm
Name: Prime Meridian
Gender: male
Body: Slate blue-grey
Eyes: Twinkle Eye, pale grey
Hair: Brush 'n' Grow, light blue-grey
Cutie Mark 8D: Navigation by the stars
Romantic Entanglements: None yet!
Brief Character Description: Intelligent but naive, vain but cheerful and giving, Meridian is a complex little guy! He wants badly to be liked and trips over himself to help others and show off his talents. He likes being taken seriously but seems to have little perception of when he's NOT being so, and as such, thinks he's a pretty cool, pretty handsome dude.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2014 1:41 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2014 1:45 pm
Relationships
Starlight: Mama is the coolest and gave me the super great mane and tail I have!
Due North: Poppa seems to want me to be more like him. He doesn't like my gem-encrusted brush set, either.
Out of Orbit: Sis! Also has a gorgeous/elegant mane.
Umbra: Super-duper serious but also super awesome bro.
Northern Light: Cutie sister.
Aquarius Bro! Chin up!
Tinker Toy: Seems like a nice dude. Had good advice!
Willow Wisp: She's super cute and super nice!
Classic Crooner: Well, he was pretty helpful, so that's nice, I guess.
Sandlot Bambino: Another gem-dude! We have a club. Our dads are great friends and so are we.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2014 1:46 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2014 1:47 pm
See the Stars
It was getting late. Prime Meridian sat flat-butted out on the hilltop, watching the sun slowly set in the distance. He yawned and put his head down atop the blanket he had brought with him. Sunsets were nice, but what he really wanted was the dark. This hill, far enough away from Phonyland's insane light pollution, was his very favorite. You could see so many stars, so many constellations! Sure, going on hikes with Dad was nice, as was visiting Mom's planetarium and using her amazing telescope, but... this was even nicer, in a way.
It was like spending time with both of them, in a weird way.
Time passed. The light faded, and the stars came out. Prime Meridian looked up. He wasn't worried about navigating back in the dark. He'd never had an issue with that before, and his family didn't tend to worry about it, either. He searched the skies for his favorite constellations, stars, and planets.
There was Venus! So bright tonight.
"Oof! Clocksworth! What did you do? I told you we're lost!" A mare's voice cut into the darkness.
"I'm not lost! And why did you take so long to get going? I told you the sun was about to set..." A stallion's voice, annoyed, replied. Prime Meridian sat up. He squinted, the moonlight catching on his gem eyes. He could see two figures stumbling over each other, trying to make their way down the hill. What on earth were they doing?!
"Uhm, hello?" Prime called. The two looked up, and he could see the mare start as she saw his bright eyes in the dark.
"OMIGOSH!" the mare screeched, shrilly. "WHO'S THERE?"
"Honeybunches, it's a colt," Clocksworth replied with a snort. "Yes, little guy? We're trying to find our way out, too."
"Oh -- no, that's not it," laughed Prime. He tossed his mane. "I can help you get back to Phonyland, if you need. I come out here all the time to look at constellations. If you're lost, that is."
The stallion paused, looking from his companion -- Prime Meridian couldn't help but notice there was a fairly big looks disparity between them -- and weighed his options. He didn't want to lose face to this little colt. Instead, he cleared his throat.
"Look at constellations, you say?" said the stallion. "Well, we were out here to do that, too. You could, uh, point a few out to us, and then we can all head back to Phonyland together. We don't, uh, want a little guy like YOU to get lost."
Prime Meridian suppressed a laugh. He waved the two over to his blanket. "Sure, that's fine," he said.
"Ooo! That WOULD be nice," said Honeybunches. "You're so easy to see in the dark, your eyes are really great for that." She made her way over to him, stumbling over an unseen stone.
"You can hold onto my mane if you need," said Prime, tossing his mane. "I'm a brush n' grow, so..."
Clocksworth -- a plain, normative Earth -- cut into his speech. "SO, constellations?"
"Yes," said Prime, looking up. "Now, you see the moon? If you look to the right of it, you'll see a cluster of stars in kinda a triangle shape...."
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Prime Meridian led them home an hour or so later. Honeybunches held onto his mane gently, while Clocksworth loudly proclaimed he knew the paths like the back of his hand and needed no assistance, even when he almost staggered right into a ditch. It was funny, a little exasperating, and ultimately, for Meridian, a lot of fun.
When he let himself back into his own home, eventually, the colt began to think.
Phonies were always doing that kind of silly thing, weren't they? They needed someone with a really great sense of direction -- infallible, like himself or his father -- to help them around. And to be patient with them. And to make sure they had a good time and saw something beautiful, to boot.
It'd be a nice line of work, he thought. He looked up at the sky through his bedroom window.
A very nice line of work...
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